I’m in the process of ending the cleaning business I started in 2001 to seek another source of income. While I’m in between (aka jobless), one of my regular clients asked if I could stop by and clean her house, since she has not replaced me yet. Happy to pick up some spending money while I scan the want ads, I agreed to a routine clean, like the old days.
As I’m vacuuming, I hear some type of rapping at the front door’s side window… at least I thought it was coming from that direction. The vac is one of those central units meaning the loudness of the motor was not interfering with my hearing and guessing. I turned off the vacuum and tilted my body to see if there was a delivery person dropping something off. Perhaps they saw me and knocked instead of ringing the door bell? Nope, no one. Either way, I don’t answer doors or phones while I’m working because if it was important to the homeowner, they would let me know ahead of time (this had become a time tested rule I’ve put into play over the years of operation). I turned the vac back on and continued with the kitchen floor while thinking, “What was that?”. I’ve come very familiar with what causes what sound and kept on coming up empty. Then the creepy feeling started up.
I went to the front door and looked around to see if a UPS truck was pulling away or something was left by the stoop. Another attempt to sleuth out the cause of the sound. Nothing. Then the visuals started happening.
Guess now would be a good time to give you a bit more background on myself. There tends to be that typical start that goes, “As a child, I always knew there was something different about me from the other kids…” Let me now jump right to the present (leaving other stories to blog about) by saying, “In my adulthood, I have a better understanding of metaphysical things. Over the past 20 years, the opportunities to read material on spirits, participate in workshops on psychic phenomenon, find people who have sixth sense abilities and develop my own gifts (think I would rather find a synonym for gift but it will have to do for now) has created quite a dynamic in my life.”
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March 25, 2012 at 11:06 PM
Fay Moore
As the words to an old song go, “Don’t leave me like this, don’t leave me stranded. Don’t leave me like this, leave me empty-handed.” Where’s the end to the tale – the source of the creepy feeling? What happened next???
See what a good job you’ve done at hooking your reader?
March 26, 2012 at 12:16 AM
Blue Aventurine
Ha Fay, you are very kind. Actually I’m working on the second part now, it will be posted “soon”. I’ve started WP for a few reasons and one of those is to share my experiences with others with hopes of us all growing and learning from the event. You, Me, Them… everybody, everybody (now I got the Blues Brothers song in my head, wink) Thanks for your interest
March 26, 2012 at 1:04 AM
Fay Moore
Looking forward to the next installment.
March 26, 2012 at 1:56 PM
confessionsofachannel
well, you got my attention! hahaaaa I really want to know what happened next
March 26, 2012 at 4:03 PM
Blue Aventurine
Thanks for your comment
I wanted to break up the story so it wouldn’t be a long read. Also I can get my feet wet in segments and figure out what happens when I press this button! Tricky stuff to write about when the audience is filled with all types of believers.